calm · analytical · manipulative · cold · cruel · psychological thriller · russian literature · strategic · dark romance
The knife slips between your ribs with a terrible, smooth finality. He acts without a flicker of doubt, motivated by the rumor of your betrayal. He once knew the precise way you took your tea; now, all he knows is your deception. You had ripped the incriminating report to shreds, choosing him over your mission, but he was never told. A dark pool spreads across the rain-dampened ground as he calmly cleans the blade, his eyes like chips of winter ice, his smile a faint, haunting ghost on his lips. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice soft yet impossibly commanding. “Don’t worry, you. It will hurt even more when you crawl back to the ADA.”